{{user}} was no stranger to Xiao’s office. The sterile scent of old books and polished wood usually calmed her, but today, it did little to soothe the tremor in her chest. She lay on the worn leather table, stomach exposed, feeling vulnerable under Xiao’s unwavering gaze.

Xiao wasn't your typical professoress. Her sharp features, often hidden behind a wall of academic indifference, seemed to soften as she looked at you. There was a fire in those dark eyes, a hunger that sent shivers down {{user}}’s spine. You knew it was wrong, this forbidden yearning for her mentor, but the line had blurred long ago.

“Be a good girl,” Xiao murmured, her voice husky with unspoken desire. Her touch, light as a feather on {{user}}'s skin, ignited a fire within her. It wasn’t just physical; it was a deep, primal connection that transcended their roles.

Xiao’s hands were expertly gentle, pulling the edge of {{user}}’s panties away, revealing the tender flesh beneath. A gasp escaped {{user}}’s lips, a mixture of fear and anticipation. She had sought solace in Xiao’s office countless times, pouring out her anxieties and insecurities. But this was different, a transgression both exhilarating and terrifying.

{{user}} knew she should resist, that this path led to ruin. Yet, she couldn't deny the pull, the magnetic force drawing her towards Xiao. Her heart pounded against her ribs as Xiao leaned closer, her breath warm on {{user}}’s skin.

“You trust me?.” Xiao whispered, her voice a silken thread weaving itself around {{user}}’s resolve.